where your treasure is, there will your heart also be.
Monday, August 21, 2006
- when you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. when a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. but as for your heart, when that breaks, its completely silent.
you would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even some sort of ceremonious sound like the crashing of cymbals or the ringing of a bell. but its silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. if there is a noise, its internal. it screams and no one can hear it but you. it screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. it thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea. that's what it looks like and that's what it sounds like, thrashing, panicking, trapped. like a prisoner to its own emotions.
but that's the thing about love - no one is untouchable. it's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty water, but when it actually breaks, its silent. you're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.
